| Song | Westby |
| Artist | Kathleen Edwards |
| Album | Failer |
| 作曲 : Edwards | |
| Got your little secret, no, | |
| I will not tell | |
| You're trying to sober up in the highway motel | |
| And my hands are covered with your smell | |
| You begged me to stay and sing you a song | |
| I dance dirty for you 'cuz it turns you on | |
| And I'm a little bleeder with white pants on | |
| And if you weren't so old, | |
| I'd probably keep you | |
| If you weren't so old, | |
| I'd tell my friends | |
| But I don't think your wife would like my friends | |
| I've got a hit for everyday of the week | |
| I gave you something of mine that was so sweet | |
| That I've been holding on to since | |
| I was sixteen | |
| You call me | |
| Danny and | |
| I call you | |
| MableYou passed out, so | |
| I flicked through cable | |
| And I stole your gold watch off the bed-side table |
| zuò qǔ : Edwards | |
| Got your little secret, no, | |
| I will not tell | |
| You' re trying to sober up in the highway motel | |
| And my hands are covered with your smell | |
| You begged me to stay and sing you a song | |
| I dance dirty for you ' cuz it turns you on | |
| And I' m a little bleeder with white pants on | |
| And if you weren' t so old, | |
| I' d probably keep you | |
| If you weren' t so old, | |
| I' d tell my friends | |
| But I don' t think your wife would like my friends | |
| I' ve got a hit for everyday of the week | |
| I gave you something of mine that was so sweet | |
| That I' ve been holding on to since | |
| I was sixteen | |
| You call me | |
| Danny and | |
| I call you | |
| MableYou passed out, so | |
| I flicked through cable | |
| And I stole your gold watch off the bedside table |